Lucky Bastard Nearly Ventilates His Own Head w/ .50 Cal. Ricochet

Have you ever had one of those moments where you were pretty sure you were just seconds and/or millimeters from death or serious injury, only to walk away with nary a scratch? You know, those times when you say to yourself "Wow, I so almost lost my shit just now?" Yeah, well, this guy has that beat by a full pant load. No? Check it out:



Now there are close calls and then there are moments where The Purveyor of the Afterlife came so close you could actually smell his rotten breath. This, my friends, was one of those times.

And just as an aside who the fuck shoots a .50 cal. at such close range? Aren't those things meant to blow shit apart from well over a mile away or something? And where's his cover?